Why would I fear what was so familiar, so natural to now be so peculiar? I have always cheered, since I could remember. When I first began it felt so easy tome. I learned quickly and advanced faster than the others. Cheer became a hobby - something I looked forward too. I never thought about coaching but could I really? On Monday August 28, 2017 two very big things happened in my life. I started my first day of highschool and also did something that would impact me for the rest of my life. Around five forty-five p.m I began to get ready. For what, you may ask. Today was my first day of coaching cheer. Cheer is very important to me, I hold it very close to my heart. Cheering is something that I have always done. It was the first thing that I felt like was meant for me. My stomach has a thousand butterflies in it. Flapping their wings so fast as if they were trying to get to a beautiful, sweet flower. I had no idea why I felt this way. Why was I nervous?
“I am a great cheerleader, you got this girl” I coached myself confidently. On the inside I was everything but confident. I felt cowardly, I didn’t want to coach anymore. Was I being fearful of a group of three to twelve year olds?
“Wow what have you come to?” I disappointedly said to myself with a twisted face of confusion.
“It is not that hard Amaiya, just go out there confidently and show them what you got.” I assured myself. I then took a deep breath and finished getting ready. I walked downstairs slowly plaguing my
“Cheerleading is my favorite high school memory”, said senior Molly Dudas. Many of the cheerleaders would agree, it is a privilege and an honor to be a part of the tradition and school spirit that makes STA. The cheerleaders revelle their favorite parts of the long season “This is my second year cheering for the sta basketball team and every season is always a blast! There’s never a dull moment cheering for the best team around with your friends. Can’t wait to try out again for the squad!”,said sophomore Carli Brent. The girls are always encouraging each other to keep cheering even in the worst of loses on and off the court. “Cheering at STA is like having a second family”, said senior Emily Huard. “Being apart of something so uplifting
The media has created a stereotype for cheerleaders. The way that cheerleaders have been portrayed in the media has made cheerleading one of the most disrespected and underrated sports in the industry. The media has made cheerleaders out to be the unintelligent, mean girls, that no one likes. It has portrayed cheerleading itself to not even look the slightest bit like a sport. Most movies make it look like cheerleading is just jumping around and yelling at other sporting events. A good description of this stereotype is explained in an article from TVTropes as “From evil to slutty to dumb, any cheerleader in North American media can be expected to be portrayed as shallow and superficial, because popularity is her first and only concern.”. As a cheerleader, this is extremely frustrating. The growing cheerleading industry has been working hard to show the world what cheerleading really is about. Bring It On: In It to Win It is an interesting movie that actually portrays some of the real aspects of cheerleading.
The next seven minutes could determine what my 7th grade year will look like. 11 other girls, competing for seven spots on the JAJH Cheer Team. My hands were shaking, and I was so nervous inside. What if I don’t make it? What if I make myself look like a complete fool? Falling on my face, tripping, doing the wrong cheer, all of these factors were racing through my mind. But I had to plaster that smile on my face, black shorts, white shirt, bow, tennis shoes, I was ready. Routines rushing through my head, one after the other, over and over. Five, six, seven, eight, one… Three days of practicing and learning the material for those next seven minutes.
As if I had unconsciously alienated myself from the squad. But no matter what I did I couldn’t shake the quasi -mental abuse that I had endured from cheer phi earlier on. No one likes to feel like the black sheep. But being a rebel was embedded in my DNA since birth. After all the separation, stress, and burdens of my financial obligations. I had contemplated quitting the team. I figured that if I didn’t want to be a part of cheer phi and if I couldn’t afford being on the team then why bother. One of the cheer phi members overheard me discussing my plan to the coach .I immediately got defensive and was silent the whole practice thinking that they were happy that I was leaving.
The moment I knew I wanted to do cheer the rest of high school was during fishbowl. While I was cheering to the loud, enthusiastic crowd, I had realized I was much happier cheering on the sidelines than in the stands, or anywhere else. I just wanted to be cheering because cheer is very fun, and I love everything about being on the team. It values team building and highly emphasizes school spirit. I am very dedicated and excited about cheer because it involves skills that I naturally pick up on quickly and/or I can work on in a fun, yet ambitious way.
During this season I was given the opportunity to coach one of the younger teams in the gym. I loved it! I was hesitant at first because I doubted my abilities not only as an athlete but as a coach. In my senior season and ninth year of cheer I finally made it onto a restricted level 5 team. I was also blessed with the opportunity to be a junior staff member and coach a team I fell in love with. During this season my team got a paid bid to compete at the Summit Championship, this is the highest level of world competition for levels 1 through restricted 5. I never got to compete at the actual World Championships, but I was satisfied with what I had accomplished in my last season. I also got to watch the team I coached finish out their season strong. This team gave me a passion for coaching. I now had a new goal and that was to become a cheerleading coach as my
You are receiving this email because you have agreed to volunteer your tie to coach a cheerleading team for the Van Buren Youth Football League. I want to first say THANK YOU for volunteering your time! Please forgive me for not get this email to you all sooner I have been extremely busy. I am starting a new career as a 1st year teacher in the Van Buren school district and my summer has been very pre occupied with tasks for this new position. At the moment this email will serve as out initial coaches meeting as I honestly don 't have the time to plan out a full fledged meeting. So I will try to cover all elements in this email.
In that absolutely endearing, prideful moment, I took a chance to look back on my past years, devoted to such a tireless sport. I began the wide sport of cheerleading when I was a mere
I was pretty nervous because I wanted to be a cheer captain so bad. After voting, we went back to stunting.
I stood there in anticipation, speech in hand, facing the crowd. Then, I ripped apart the speech, but I had no worries about the paper. After all, I had already memorized the whole speech. At that moment, my goal was to inspire people with my speech. I had never thought I would be able to stand there in the gaze of a giant audience.
From an outsiders perspective one may see brainless and beautiful robots, which scream and perform neat tricks. This is not the case from the inside; cheerleading is so much more than that. Many people are under the impression that cheerleading is not a sport. I am the voice of reasoning that will let you in, and I will show you that cheerleading, in fact, is a sport. Cheerleading requires much physical demand from the body just as any other sport would. Cheerleading, in general, is a team effort. There are many sides to cheerleading, which make it a versatile sport. When it comes to cheerleading there’s more to it than what meets the eye.
You are acting like a five year old that has never cheered a day in their life.” I replied with “ Why don't you get on this floor and do this impossible routine without messing up. I have a life. I do other things besides cheerleading and I really don't feel like risking my life today to make y'all happy.” My teammates gasped and groaned and prepared themselves for the conditioning they would receive. The coaches were silent for a few minutes and everyone was preparing themselves for the worst.
From a young age, I held a passion for being a part of my future high school’s football team. As a fourth grade girl, I figured the only way to participate in such a way was to become a cheerleader. Attending the mini cheerleading camps filled me with excitement and anticipation of my future as a Reicher Catholic High School cheerleader. However, I later realized my lack of dedication to the sport decreased my likeness towards cheerleading. In sixth grade I spoke up about that realization to my family, who told me about the sports medicine program at Reicher. “The football trainers are considered a part of the team,” said my brother. I quickly set my mind towards becoming a Reicher football trainer of sports medicine instead, becoming absorbed
It was my final moments as a Chelsea High School cheerleader. My final banquet had quickly approached. It was then that I realized I was not ready for the season to be over. I stood in front of my friends, fellow cheerleaders, and their families as they watched and waited for me to recite my last words as the season came to an end. It took hours for me to write about what my teammates and my coaches meant to me. I did not want to sound too nostalgic since I’m not the emotional type, but I also did not want to come across as indifferent. It was a difficult task, but I knew I could accomplish it.
Yet my apprehension prevailed as I continued to fear getting put in the game in case another player was injured. I was still afraid of making mistakes and getting blamed by screaming coaches and angry teammates. Sometimes these fears came true. During my sophomore season, my position led me to play in the varsity games on many occasions. On such occasions, I often made mistakes. Most of the time the mistakes were not significant; they rarely changed the outcome of a play. Yet I received a thorough verbal lashing at practice for the mistakes I had made. These occurrences only compounded my fears of playing. However, I did not always make mistakes. Sometimes I made great plays, for which I was congratulated. Now, as I dawn on my senior year of soccer, I feel like a changed person.